For the birds

It was a wonderful day in Auckland.

The sun was shining luminously.

The clouds floated gracefully across the light blue sky.

A stumpy blue bird spies a spot on the lengthy power line.

He ruffles his feathers vigorously.

Just then another bird comes and sits its bottom alongside him, yawning like a tired hippo.

The first wasn’t happy about this and they started to squabble.

But then another bird, and another join them, and they all started fighting like maniacs.

They look exactly the same, like octuplettes.

All of the kerfuffle is broken by a single noise, a jovial ‘hello’ from a strange different bird.

He was slim, quirky, and playful.

He was a friendly bird, but the other birds didn’t like him.

They started mocking him, making fun of him.

They were being nasty and horrible to him.

But he didn’t care, he persisted.

He flew awkwardly toward them, making a few jerks and wobbles along the way.

He sat down smack bang in the middle of them, squeezing the birds aside.

He was much heavier than the other birds, so heavy that he weighed them all down.

He pulled the power line right down.

The other birds were annoyed, one of them had a horrible idea.

He started pecking furiously at the big birds toes.

The big bird swung upside down like a bat, but he didn’t mind.

The other birds joined in pecking his feet.

Toe by toe, one by one, they pecked his toes off.

The birds were laughing cruelly, except one, who was probably the smartest.

He realized that the bullying they had done was about to come back to bite them.

And indeed it was.

When the last toe was pecked off, the powerline shot up a blinding speed.

It was so fast even a speed camera couldn’t have seen it.

The birds were flung up so rapidly they lost all their newly ruffled feathers.

But what goes up, must come down.

One by one they feel to the solid ground, naked as a newborn baby.

They were so embarrassed, ashamed of their nudity.

Their only refuge was the big bird, who was laughing his beautiful blue head off.

Term 2 reflection

1. What are you most pleased with in your learning this term? 
Writing  because I have learnt how to add in interesting words in the right place. 

2. What have you enjoyed most in Term 2? 
Art because it is my favourite subject in Meadowbank school or maybe in the world. 

3. What did you find difficult in Term 2?
Maths because I am not so fond of decimals ( And it is a little bit hard for me).

4. What do you feel like you need more help in? 
adding and subtracting decimals because I don't get how to do it.

5. Tell us one or two things you would like to do in Term 3.
SNAKES!!!! because I want to study them in university and narwhals because they are an endangered species.
6. We have been using a Must do/Can do list. What else would you like to add to our list? Out of the things we do, what do you enjoy most?
Story patch!
7. Make one personal goal for yourself (in class) for Term 3.
To stay on task all the time.  

The Dancing Plant

A Cheesy Lesson

There is a place up in the sky that we do not know about. It’s a place called Cheddar- Ville, up beyond the clouds. It’s a place where everybody is either big, or really small.

The big ones are large. I mean like an elephant. Like a giant floating on clouds.

The small ones are tiny, but there’s a lot more of them.

Big or small, they all have one thing in common.

They love to eat space cheese.

You could call them mice people, but they aren't really mice.

The big people (or BUGs as they call themselves: Big Unfriendly Giants) were very greedy and selfish. Because they were bigger, they would bully the little people and steal their cheese if they wanted to.

Now the funny thing about space cheese is that while it’s delicious it also makes you glow really bright, and makes you really sleepy. A deep sleep you just can’t fight.

Now the little people were fed up and hungry. As hungry a starving snake. So one day they decided to teach the BUGs a lesson. They decided to hide their cheese in inside a hollow space rock that had floated astray from the enormous rings of Saturn like a lost sheep.

But before they could, they needed the BUGs to fall asleep, forever. So, they gave the BUGs all the cheese they could find. Heaps and heaps of it. The BUGs were amazed, and thrilled, like a cheater in a herd of Caraboo.

CHOMP CHOMP… the BUGs ate and ate. Filled their tummies to brim. And then one by one they fell into a deep deep slumber.

Now that the little people were free, they could store their cheese in the space rock and they could get and do what ever they needed, whenever they wanted. It’s was a cheese bank.

Now we don’t know this. Because we see the BUGs and the cheese bank as the stars and the moon and when see a half moon, that’s when they have when eaten half their cheese, and when it’s full they have a lot of cheese left.

The BUGs glow like the bank, but they never wake up. So can never steal from the little people again.

My Garden Project

The Catch

Hi, my name is Oop, and I am the village fisherman.

It’s my job to catch the fish to feed everyone.

They depend on me.

This is the month when all the water in the lake dries up.

It’s getting harder and harder to catch fish.

I’m getting bored waiting.

But what’s this?

It’s a bite.

Finally!

How exciting.

I pull it in, but it’s a Tidler. How disappointing.

I look back at my village, and I think “This isn't enough to feed my village.”

I feel like I've let them down.

But then I hear a whimper. It sounds like a dog, but there aren't any dogs around here, at least I don’t think there are.

I look through the plants and see a fox with a trap around its leg.

So I get out my knife and raise it high. The fox cowers, and then I cut the rope to free him.

He turns around and charges at me, jumps on me. I’m so scared.

But thankfully he smells something and scampers through the bushes and over to my basket.

I’m worried he’s going to eat the only fish I've caught.

I stare at him sternly with a look that says “don’t you dare”.

He takes off with my fish!

“Hey, that’s my fish and I’m not going to give it up!”.

I chase after him, but he ducks into a hole with thorny brambles.

I look back at my village, and I’m determined to get back my fish.

So I squeeze through, I’m just small enough.

My beige pants catch on a thorn, I pull myself free and continue to chase him.

He hides in a log, I jump on the top and look down, but he’s gone.

I’m confused. How could he disappear?

Just then something like a mini hurricane jumps on to my head and makes me fall off the log. It’s the fox. I need that fish!

I continue chasing him, I catch him!

But he squeezes free, “Oh man” I’m so frustrated.

He starts to climb up a cliff.

I do too.

But my hat get blown away by a gust of wind.

I gaze down in sorrow.my favourite hat floats down to the bottom.

I think, “Oh man, I’m so high up, what if I fall?”

This is scary, but my village needs that fish.

So I gain the courage to keep climbing.

When I reach the top, I see the fox.

But he throws my fish away.

I’m confused. Why did he do that?

Suddenly the mist clears away and the sunlight shines through.

I squint to see a ginormous lake, with fish everywhere.

I am amazed. I’m overjoyed.

But then everything gets darker, a massive shadow passes by.

The biggest fish I've ever seen jumps right in front of me.

Then I realize the fox wasn't trying to stop me feeding my village, he was trying to help me.

I’m so thankful, so grateful.

He’s my friend.

He brushes up against me with a stick, he wants me to fish.

I use it to make a fishing rod, I cast my line into the lake.

I’m hopeful I will catch some giant fish.

After a day of fishing, I walk home with a big fish and a medium fish.

I throw the medium to the fox and continuing walking to the village to share the news.  

I’m proud I've done my job, I relieved everyone will have enough to eat.

But when I’m not looking, the fox turns into its true self.
A spirit that was there to help me.

My Key Competency Goal Reflection

I have not achieved this goal because my desk is never tidy and I still chat in class, but I am continuing to work on this and trying hard to be less distracted.  Miss Cooper is also helping me with this, by assigning me tasks so I know exactly what I need to do and by when.  

My Writing Goal Reflection

I have been working hard to write faster and get my ideas down in a quicker and more timely way.  I still need to focus on planning out my ideas to make this even faster.  I will work on this more.

My Reading Goal Reflection

I have worked hard to use more descriptive and interesting words in my writing and oral language, but I think I can still do better.  I have been reading Harry Potter so a lot of the words are made up, so I might read some other books that might help me to achieve this goal.

My Maths Goal Reflection

I have been getting my mum to do quizzes for me at home to help me get a better understanding of the subtraction and addition and to make it much quicker and easier for me to find the correct answer to the problems.  I think I have achieved this goal through working hard each week.

The Clocktower

Once upon a time there was a little girl called Sarah who wanted to help make the world a happy place because no one was ever happy or excited even if it was someone's birthday. One day on her birthday when she blew out her candles, she wished that she could help the world to be a better place. 

That night magic flew all around her bedroom and it hit the old Clocktower and the whole world went grey and stopped, then another spark flew and hit Sarah... In the morning Sarah woke up but she was not at home in her bed she was in the old Clocktower which did not look old anymore instead it was colourful and full of life. She looked out the window and saw a world that was plunged into darkness but why? she thought. Sarah looked down and saw that her dress had a cog on the bottom. 

She saw what she needed to do, so she she pointed her toes and turned around and around on her tippy-toes and the world became colourful and bright. The years past and she kept on turning but occasionally going out side. Meanwhile her parents were worried and scared where had their Sarah gone? So every year on Sarah's birthday they would let balloons go and watch them fly into the air as a symbol of her remembrance.